"We are a heartbreak people...

we crush each other into fineeeeeeeee little pieces …'til there is nothing left but dust.  Sirens blasting, blood gushing on Saturday nights.  Mothers and black babies, weeping and wailing; 'ain't got no man!  Again I shed dry tears because I don't have any wet ones left, when I remember that we sold ourselves into slavery.

Denmark Vesey, Gabriel Prosser, Nat turner and even John Brown never had an iota of a chance.   They never had a chance to save us  because there was always a Negro around,   around to twist his big hips, around to grease his big black lips and to tell you to kiss his honest black ***!  Because he believes in Self!  And Not in the Dream and to *#@% Martin Luther King!  because he is going to get his piece of the Great American Pie and you can't have none!

And finally as we all go scuffling and screaming, lying and scheming , to our dirty little graves, proud of our Indian and white pedigree, bragging about our Inter-racial genealogy.  Always seeking, never reaching token pinnacles of success. The white man and the Jew, laugh in disgust;'We don't need mass genocide.  They are doing it for us."

Well, brothers and sisters, if you ever wondered and wanted to know why, why we sell you out, crucify you and nail you to the cross.  Well,  brothers and sisters, we apologize, we do it because we are a heartbreak people.  We crush each other into fineeeeeeeee little pieces, 'til there is nothing left but dust." RGD

Gird up your loins children.   Prepare to be hated if you love GOD.  Prepare to be torn asunder, crucified, nailed to a cross.


[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES  February 3, 2015  All rights reserved.]